Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.